Bitterbarn’s Weblog

aka “The Bull” (some content not suitable for children or religous zealots)


I was just loading my car to go to the airport, we are going to visit my wifes family in Cleavland of all places. My sister-in-law is medical resident. I was going through my self prescribed therapy that has me putting all my differences with medicine aside for the week. (to keep the peace) I started thinking when did I become so jaded toward medicine and capitalism and “the man” anyway. Then I was caught up in a vision.
When I was in the 11th grade I worked at a furniture store in Murray Utah. I delivered the furniture. Horrible job actually, we delivered marble tables at times up several flights of stairs. I got the job because one of my church leaders was the store owner. He must of thought it a very cleaver way to exploit children by paying them 5 bucks an hour to ruin their backs for life. Anyway one day were to deliver a black table to a woman in park city. After searching for the item in the warehouse we came back to the store owner and told him we could not find the table. He told us “oh its in the back here I am almost done with it”. We went to the back office and found a half white half spray painted black table. As he finished spray painting the rest of the table he gave us a can of spray paint so we could touch it up in the truck when we got the womans house.
Thats they day I learned what business was about. Selling widgets, no matter the moral cost. I have translated that to what goes on in our health care system and I must view medicine as the store owners.
It led to one of my two great rules that I live by and challenge anyone to dissprove. rule #1 is “nothing is real”

hey… its a bitterbarn.

May 7, 2009 - Posted by | Uncategorized | ,


  1. Hey you can’t mention two rules and only give us one of them, whats rule #2 man…?

    Comment by Mark | May 8, 2009 | Reply

  2. I am going to guess # 2. ‘Nobody Cares’. Matt, I think your Jadedness began much earlier than 11th grade. I think it goes back to blown up mailboxes, Girls our age who could litterally beat us up as pre-teens, and now you can’t diagnose a medical problem without talking about its genetic link. Blame your progenitors. Its all about your genetic pre-disposition.

    Comment by DW | May 9, 2009 | Reply

    • heh, your right rule #2 IS “nobody really cares” it has to be stated as such to show that its not just that I don’t think anyone cares; its that I belive even people who shoud care, or make you think they care ” Don’t REALLY care”. perhaps my upbringing has made me crazy. meh,, who really cares. lol 🙂

      Comment by Anonymous | May 9, 2009 | Reply

  3. Matt. I have run some labs on you, and I found out that you are prozac deficient. Please call my office for follow up evaluation and treatment.

    Comment by DW | May 11, 2009 | Reply

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